Date: Sun, 14 Mar 2004 20:36:18 -0500
From: A. Cheshire Cat
Subject: Dad's Drunk and other Cum-Stained Dreams
Dad's Drunk and other Cum-Stained Dreams.
By A. Cheshire Catt
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When I was young I had a curious recurring dream. I was always in a bathtub
and my Dad would be telling me to be quiet while he went for a pee on me.
Okay, okay, you're probably thinking my father actually pissed on me and I
simply grew up remembering it in the way a dream is born, but no, I don't
think so. Sometimes I'd have wet my bed in the night, and would go through
the monotonous, secretive motions of "covering up the situation" before the
light of dawn. But sometimes, actually, more often than not, it would have
been a "wet dream" of a different sort and there'd be cum all over my body
and the sheets come morning.
It was a simple dream. I hadn't really, definitely, sexually seen my father
naked. I had no idea what he looked like under those pants that never really
seemed to come off. In my dreams though he was strong, and the way I was
left in the tub, wet and warm and soapy, vulnerable and patient under my
father's watchful gaze left me always narcissistically aroused. I was always
young in the dream, and my father is always muscular, and his skin is
tanner, hairier. He'd hold his shaft up in the air and the arc of piss would
down on my head and chest in a full, hot splash. He'd smile at me, I'd rub
it all over, and somewhere about that moment I'd blow a load of cum, or piss
myself in my bed, asleep.
Dad would never have done that. He works as a clerk in some law firm; he's
got a lame as job basically and he's paid only an average wage. He isn't
exceptionally attractive, he keeps himself groomed though and he's always
got a new suit. Mom dotes on him and makes sure he's eating well and stuff,
but generally she goes away on business, she's more or less a travelling
part-time, like a circus act that only goes to some of the towns. It's funny
because, in the story I'm going to tell you, she's completely irrelevant.
She exists, my parents are married and technically live together, and I
suppose Dad was happy at the time. She was gone down to Miami for a couple
of weeks and from there she was heading to somewhere in Northern Ontario,
then home for a few days before heading off to New York.
Things got strange though. The house seemed dull, that played a huge roll. I
think my father and I both went through a stretch of our lives where we
needed a lot of time to think. I thought just as much about sex and the boys
at school and on television as it seemed he thought about the lack of a life
he had. He seemed quiet, and so did I, but with the addition of late spring,
gray-skied weather, and an eerie silence saturating every pore of reality,
the place was depressed.
You must also understand something else. We had a cat; he was old, kind of
senile, but adorable. He was a Maine Coon and we called him Buddha. He was
beautiful but we figured he'd wander off some day and never come back.
So this one morning I wake up and I've got this strange stuff all over my
face and shoulders. I think to myself, "Fuck, I've done it again." But no,
see, I hadn't cum. It seems so obvious though, for you reading this, of
course it was my father. In reality though, no, I didn't think that at all.
I thought, if it wasn't me, did the cat maybe get sick on my in the night
(which sent chills through my whole body)? But upon washing it off, and
having washed cum off my skinny 16-year-old torso many times before, I knew
it was semen.
It bothered me all day. Bothered me in the sense that I blew my load twice
after breakfast and again in the afternoon.
Then when Dad got home I sort of remembered that stuff on my face and
wondered. He seemed fine, normal as all hell. I asked him about his day and
he was fine and everything seemed average as usual.
I asked him what he did after I'd gone to bed.
"Oh, the usual, moped about. Actually, I had Gordy over, we had a few beers
in the den, I hope we didn't wake you up."
"No, no, not at all."
I went back to my room. Gordy was not at all likely to have spilled his seed
on my shoulder and face in the middle of the night. Even if he were drunk,
he wouldn't have disregarded my father's responsibility for me. Gordy was a
good, loyal man. I'd known him all my life.
Went I came down for supper Dad told me Gordy was coming over again tonight,
that he enjoyed his company when my mother was away. Sure enough, before
supper was over he arrived.
We saw the car pulling in and Dad put some stuff away in the kitchen so it
wasn't so messed, washed his hands and let Gordy in when he arrived at the
door.
When Gordy and Dad shook hands and walked over to the table, Dad getting
them both a beer on the way, I knew it instantly, I could tell just by
looking at him.
Okay, so my Dad wears suits, and has thinning hair. He's not chubby, no, no,
he's actually very thin. He's short, and lean basically. Gordy on the other
hand is a mechanic's son, he grew up in a garage, and he looks absolutely
bulky. He looks like he could crush a beer can in his eyelids. Not to say
he's got bulging heaps of muscles, no, he's just big. He always wears tee
shirts and old jeans. He's nice, but loud and a local gossip.
When Gordy looked at me he said, "Wow you're tall." And that was it.
He looked away. I thought, "My God, he actually came on me last night."
So I thought I'd relax about this and go to my room. When I left
the two of them I made sure to give some sort of signal to him but I don't
think it worked because he was too embarrassed to look at me.
The hours dragged by, I thought I was going to perish in my anxious waiting.
I suddenly imagined Gordy as someone that was unlike anything I had imagined
him before. All these unattractive things I knew so well about him turned
endearing, sweet, masculine and strong in my mind. I listened to them threw
the walls and vents. They were laughing and stuff, and yet I couldn't hear
what they were saying, or tell what was so funny, all I knew was they hadn't
moved yet.
Waiting for them, I dozed off.
Suddenly something wakened me. I was lying on my side facing the wall and
knew there was someone coming up the stairs. The house was silent and dark.
I thought, maybe Dad's just going to bed and nothing's going to happen. I
waited, and yet I was wrong in that because the person was coming to my
door. I had quite the diabolical smirk on my face. I had him, I had the
culprit and there was no way to avoid it.
I decided to play with the prey. I rolled over and lay in the blue moonlight
as if the blankets had made me hot and I pushed them off my chest. I could
hear the man breathing. He came closer to the bed and ran his hand gently
over my chest. He didn't know I was awake though, I could tell because he
was breathing so softly and his gestures were delicate enough to be barely
noticed.
Suddenly I heard someone else coming, and I thought, "Oh God, he's been
caught molesting me."
"What took you so long?" Gordy was whispering from right over my "sleeping"
body.
"Sorry, I wanted to finish another beer."
Dad was drunk. I could tell the way his silhouette moved around my room.
"Shut up," Gordy hissed.
My eyes opened involuntarily and my father said, "Fuck, I think he's awake."
I played so innocent. "What's going on?"
"Gordy's horny," Dad laughed.
I had never heard my father say that before in my life.
"You're fucked up Dean," he said to my Dad.
"Why are you in my room Dad?"
"To do what we did to you last night."
We?!
Rather shocked and yet getting exactly what I wanted, actually more than I
could have ever hoped for, I said the first thing that came to my mind, "I'm
glad I woke up for this one."
Gordy chuckled. Dad sat on the side of my bed and wobbled. I didn't really
know what to do though, I had never had sex. Gordy started to undress. He
made me nervous. I wished it had just been my Dad and I, Gordy was so big
and a stranger too.
"I've never had sex before..." Suddenly that seemed like such a stupid thing
to admit. "What I mean is, what do you want me to do?"
"Eager young lad you've got here Dean."
Dad leaned up to me and touched the side of my face, "That's my baby."
It was as if he had loved me for years and years, as if we'd had an intimate
relationship before and now he was just ignoring all that time we spent in
silence around each other.
I sat up and started unbuttoning my Dad's shirt but he just watched my face
with a stupid drunken smile. "You're so beautiful," he said.
"You're beautiful too Dad."
"Hey what about me?"
"You too Gordy," I smiled. I had no idea how wild I looked. I smiled at him
in the moonlight, my father was doing the same to me, and I was stoking his
fiery lust and Gordy wanted to stick his cock in me somehow.
"I want you to suck on my cock Travis."
"Yes sir." I said it cheerfully and sat on the side of my bed and let him
stand there shoving his dick in mouth, exciting him, making him want to go
faster and faster. I did that only for a minute and he said he had to cum,
and he did so, all over my face and then sat down. He said when I get older
it won't take me long either when you've got beautiful kid sucking your
cock.
Dad said, again slurring his words somewhat, "You must be really good, he
came in less than five minutes."
"I want to suck your cock Dad, may I?"
"Well of course you may." He stood up right where Gordy had and yet wavered
about as if he were so drunk he couldn't even see. I looked at him and made
those sweet puppy dog eyes that drive all men wild and opened up his pants
to reveal his long, mastiff of a cock. I loved the sight of it, and crazily
enough it looked so familiar. I thought nothing of anything, I just put my
mouth on it and sucked and stroked it and reached up touching as much of his
body as I could get my hands on. He moaned and threw his head back. "Fuck,
you're better than your mother that's for damn sure." He loved it, I could
feel it in his hands as he pulled at my hair and made me gag on the shaft of
his manhood. I loved the way he was relentless. He was also lasting much
longer than Gordy, which made me love Dad, and that was it. I loved it when
Daddy did it to me.
He seemed distant suddenly. He looked at me again, I could tell he'd just
sort of sobered up in a way and came to terms with the fact that he was
busily shoving his cock in his young son's face. He traced the line of my
jaw while I licked at the juicy tip of his shaft. He said, "When you were a
baby I'd give you my cock to suck on. When you were a little older I'd piss
on you while you were in the bath. Now you're sucking my cock again, I have
to piss, and, son, all I want is to fuck you and tell your mother she can
stay in Florida if that's the life she wants."
What does a son say to that?
I looked at Gordy, he seemed to say without saying a word that my father is
just drunk and doesn't know what he's saying.
I said, "Dad?"
"Oh yes, my beautiful son."
"Piss on me now."
Gordy said, "Holy fuck you're hot." He immediately started stroking his meat
again at the prospect of this.
"Close your eyes son and open your mouth."
Without much wait at all the beer-laden piss poured out as hot as hell on my
face and onto the chest. It wreaked, potent as I could ever imagine, and yet
so wet and so slippery, I just wanted to bathe in it. I grabbed his cock and
steered the piss to my chest. When I looked at him I recognized it all. It
was as if I hadn't been lying to myself all these years. Sometimes dream
interpretation is a crock of shit.
As the piss came to a slow stop and the bed was soaked in it, I took to the
man's cock again and sucked the cum out of it. Dad blew his hot load in my
mouth, but most of it actually landed on my lips and I licked it off.
Gordy came over and tossed another string of his cum on me.
Gordy said, "You two should get to bed, and I have to get home too."
"Come sleep in my room Travis."
"Okay."
We walked Gordy out and on the way they explained that last night they'd
gone up to look at me in my sleep. A conversation was the inspiration for
the expedition. Upon seeing me they'd quietly given each other head, but
Gordy had missed my Dad's face and it had landed on my shoulder. I told him
it was all cool and not to worry about it. He told me he's been thinking
about me all the time since and he was so glad to see this side of me
tonight. I told him we'd see each other again real soon, and we did, we
always see each other. We don't have sex anymore unless one of us is really
drunk, but mostly it's because the situation is different now -- we simply
have sex with different people now.
As for Dad, poor drunk Dad, he'd really let himself go. Perhaps he needed to
say it all though, he was so bottled up and quiet and reserved. Gordy may
have saved his life, people have heart attacks or strokes from keeping their
problems inside all the time. Who'd have guessed his secret was a love for
me though. I was so glad.
We went to bed after I had a quick shower. By the time I got into bed though
he was already sound asleep. I pulled up tight to him and he rolled over and
gave me a kiss and quietly said, "Good night son. I love you."
"I love you too."
I couldn't sleep. I lay there and jerked myself off and blew my load all
over myself.
Next morning was the end of all the lies though.
I woke up and felt something at my bum. I couldn't really remember a lot of
it for a minute there but then I felt and smelled and knew it was Dad. I
pushed myself on his cock and felt strangely loved. He licked his fingers
and pressed them against my hole. I loved it. I moved around on it. He said,
"You're so fucking hot, you're going to totally get your sweet ass fucked
son."
"OH Daddy, I love feeling dirty like this with you."
"I love it when you say you feel dirty son."
"Daddy, you're making me dirty."
All the while this sort of talk had merely made his ravage my ass with his
spit-lubed finger. When that was sufficiently stretched licked his fingers,
spit on them more than just dampening them, and covered his hot cock in the
spit. He grabbed my sides with his hands and pulled me in. I reached down
and aimed him in the right directed and then I felt it: I felt myself being
entered. I gasped, it felt huge, I didn't know.
"It's going to hurt at first. You have to relax, really, really relax."
"I can't Daddy."
"No?"
I tried to let go of the feeling.
"You've got such a great ass. I've always wanted to fuck you Travis. Can't
Daddy fuck you now?"
"I want you to but..."
"Okay then just shut up and relax."
"No, I can't."
I tried to get out. It was too much, too overwhelming, but he was holding on
to me, frightening me.
I wasn't looking at him, and all I could feel was his dick in my ass. He
pushed again. It was going all the way in now.
"Ouch Daddy," I whimpered.
"It's almost in."
"Take it out."
Then he plunged it in. I struggled but my legs were weak and my heart was
racing. I broke out in a strange sweat. "Oh yeah, you're so fucking out, now
I'm going to fuck my son and my son is going to love it isn't he?"
"Yes."
"Yes who?"
"Yes Daddy."
He groaned as if, by saying that, I had given him a morsel of some delicious
treat. Then he started to pound me. But that wasn't good enough. He lay me
on my belly and threw some pillows under me so my ass was aimed at him. He
started to lick it first. I loved it, but he was frightening me. "We're
going to fuck all day," he threatened. Then he shoved his cock in my young,
practically virgin ass, and I cried a little. It was too much.
Then he stood up and unleashed his piss on my back and sprayed it at my
puckered ass. He said I was his special one, his hot slut son, he blood, his
creation. Mm, he loved his special boy. He pounded my ass again and finally,
with one or two closing crunches of his abdominal he came up my ass and
pushed me on my side as I'd been before all this started. He told me to jerk
off now, he wanted to watch me jerk off, and that he wanted to piss on my
hand while I jerked.
I thought he's pissing so much. That's not even real.
Then I realized: Wait a minute, this is a dream!
I woke up in my room.
What time was it, had I missed Gordy's entrance into my trap.
Dad was standing at the edge of my bed jerking off.
He said, "Oh my God, you're awake."
"I had a dream. What are you doing?"
"I was just um, oh god!"
"Where's Gordy?"
"He left ages ago."
He didn't really put his cock back in his pants. I looked at it. I said,
"You're the one who put cum on me didn't you the other night?"
He nodded. He looked really sad.
"What's wrong Dad?"
"Nothing, can you sleep in my room though, I'm so tired of sleeping alone."
"Of course I will, and I'll even help you out."
He smiled as I got out of bed, having slept naked, he watched my boner
bounce around. He said, "I'd be glad to help you too."